Hearing that scream is a music to the ear.

Not a usual thing you hear.

A beating heart, so quiet and weak.

Now you can see it with a bloody leak.

Tracing your body with my knife as a brush.

Feeling this strange adrenaline rush.

Painting your skin red with blood.

Not a slight did I feel bad.

Your body was a blank canvass that lacks design.

Strangely, I want it all to be mine.

Cutting your veins, in my tray lies your heart.

Now you look like a piece of art.